But Qin Chu did not care about the filth and bloodstains in the room, he just walked over to the assassin. This guy’s situation was clearly different from the other civilians: "Norma, do you have any clue about this assassin?"
Norma suddenly inhaled sharply, "It might have been done by my uncle..."
Her face showed little surprise, as this kind of incident had clearly not occurred for the first ti.
Although her uncle had monopolized all the wealth of the family, the title of Earl still rested with Norma... as long as Norma, the direct heir, remained alive, her uncle could never obtain the title of Earl.
Qin Chu lifted the mask from the assassin’s face, and when he saw that face, Qin Chu’s stomach churned slightly, and he felt a wave of nausea.
The sensation was as if a red-hot tal mask had been pressed onto the assassin’s face, burning and mangling the skin, and then, as the scorching mask was ripped off, it took the charred flesh with it, leaving behind what remained.
The entire face was uneven.
Everywhere there were clusters of charred skin, twisted together, making it look particularly hideous.
On both sides of his face, there were grotesque scars crossing the middle of the nose, forming an X-shaped pattern.
While assassins tend to be perverse, this was horrifying; such torture, even for an assassin, seed unbearable, except perhaps for the fanatics; few could endure such pain.
Most importantly, at the position of the assassin’s chest, residual divine power from where the Holy Light Spiral Sword had penetrated was evidently causing severe corrosion to the body, intermittently emitting sizzling sounds, with thick white smoke wafting over the corpse.
Holy Light, effective only against the sinister and dark forces.
This assassin, perhaps, was not as simple as Norma had ntioned.
Upon closer inspection, one could even see raised bumps on the arms of the assassin. Slipping off the wrist guard, the arm, also covered with burn marks, featured a series of crimson bone spurs... The body was beginning to show so non-human traits.
After a thorough check, Qin Chu nonchalantly stood up.
"Do you often encounter such attacks from assassins?"
Norma nodded slightly, "I have encountered them before, but not often; recently, it seems to have beco more frequent."
Assassin?
Was this really just an assassination by Norma’s uncle for the title?
Qin Chu did not believe that Norma’s uncle could find such a weird assassin.
But apart from her uncle, no one else seed to have the necessity to assassinate Norma, unless... it was because of Norma’s identity as a Witch?
The assassin, was he specifically out to kill witches?
A normal witch was hard to deal with, so Norma, a witch in a weakened state, was the perfect target?
"I see, your family situation is indeed quite complicated..." Looking around at the bloody scene, Qin Chu shrugged, "It seems we can’t rest here anymore, let’s leave this place..."
Norma nodded, and she tried to get up from the bed, but having been in the sa position for too long, she just stood up when her knees went numb and she fell straight off the bed.
Yiya...
As the dirty ground approached her face, Norma instinctively closed her eyes.
But the expected pain and embarrassnt did not occur—a pair of strong, powerful arms suddenly caught her body.
It was the Hero!
In such a short ti, this was the second ti he had saved her.
The Hero’s chest was so warm; in his embrace, Norma felt a lazy feeling as if all her strength had disappeared at that mont, making her want to curl up in that embrace and sleep well.
She had already felt a special attraction to the Hero before, a desire to be close.
Now being held in the Hero’s arms, that feeling imdiately intensified.
Her eyes widened, and she silently gazed at Qin Chu.
Deep down, her reaction to Gaia beca stronger and stronger.
Norma felt her chest warming up, her heart pounding, her breathing inexplicably turning into panting, and a strong desire erged in her heart... But what she was longing for, even Norma herself did not know.
Perhaps, was it a desire to be close, a desire to be intimate?
The thought that suddenly erged in her mind made Norma blush with sha, a crimson spreading quickly from her face to her ears. The next second, Norma started to struggle fiercely.
But the always gentlemanly Mr. Brave, at this mont, showed an unusually firm side.
He held Norma tightly in his arms, allowing no room for her to struggle, then his other hand reached under the knees of Norma’s legs and easily lifted her light body in a princess carry.
"Mr. Brave, what are you doing... please, put down. I can walk on my own," Norma said in great embarrassnt, her voice even carrying a plea.
A princess carry, in Norma’s eyes, was a posture that only appeared during a wedding.
And Mr. Brave’s embrace was indeed too comfortable; if she allowed Mr. Brave to hold her like this indefinitely, she was afraid that she might succumb, a situation Norma did not wish to see unfold.
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